there's an ocean of seven billion people, and here I am, wishing to be a lone prime number
..so I won't need any more factors other than myself in order to be complete.
and probably somewhere around the world, there's a person who is thinking the same thing as me.
that person might be out there on the streets at night; lonely as he crashes onto another wave of strangers who won't remember his face. and maybe, just maybe, that person breathes in sync with me.
he takes the same steps as me; at the same time and pace. maybe our distance is growing smaller by the day and our names are fated to be exchanged soon.
maybe if we'd get to meet each other someday, we'd stop wishing to be prime numbers.
because we'll finally have the factors to be complete.
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MIDSUMMER THOUGHTS ➸ poetry & prose
PoetryIn midsummer, my mind wanders. To a faraway place, above the clouds, the stars, and the universe. Just to tap your shoulder.
